Danny
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Danny was 12 years old when he entered that pre-pubertal phase of awakening interest in his body, and sexual desire. A few pale hairs had sprouted under his armpits and a few more above his cock, but these were very wispy and thin. His cock had also enlarged a bit, although it was still only 6cm ling when erect. And erections happened a lot more frequently than they had before. Danny got a hard on several times a day. Last week in the gym at school after the PE class, he had to hide his stiff little cock when an older boy bent over in front of him after a shower, drying his feet. Danny couldn't believe that a 14 year old boy could already have so much furry dark hair on his butt cheeks. Where both arse cheeks met in the middle, there was a cleft hidden by a thicket of dark hair. For the rest of his life Danny would conjure up the image of the older boy, Sean, to instant arousal. It wasn't only the visual clues that got Danny going. The scents of his own pubescent body fascinated him. If he sniffed his armpits after a long day at school, his cock got hard. When he pissed, the sight and smell of his urine made his cock hard. If he didn't wash too carefully, the skin under his foreskin began to smell, and the scent of this on his fingers made him hard as well. Most of all though, it was the smell of his butt crack and anus that made his cock the hardest. He would sniff his fingers after wiping himself, and his small cock would become regionally hard. He also noticed an erection when he open his bowels, and the feeling of expelling a large turd was deeply pleasurable to him. He also noticed if he did not wash his arse for a couple of days, the smell would intensify and the complex smell of a dirty anus, sweat, and the burgeoning pheromones of a teenaged boy became a drug that he craved. He had discovered the pleasure of masturbation and it now became routine for him to finger his anus and sniff it when he was close to orgasm. The scent on his finger, and the tiny rim of shit under his nail, drove him wild.
Danny lay on his bed, the door locked. He could hear his younger brothers in the room downstairs, watching TV. Their parents were out. Danny had taken his mother's hairbrush from the bathroom - had had noticed its smooth, glossy wooden handle when he was washing his hands earlier in the week. It was the length and thickness of a large man's finger - about as thick as his dad's finger, now he thought about it. The brush was a cylinder of stiff bristles and this gave him an idea of how he could put the brush handle to use in a way it had not been designed for. All he needed was a chance to be alone, and here was that chance. Danny pulled his undies down, then smell of ripe teenaged balls rising to his nostrils. He fondled his balls, and his cock grew stiff. His hand worked its way back into his sweaty, grimy butt crack. His anus was slimy and dirty after a long day. He had only ever poked the tip of his finger inside before, and he did so again. The arsehole was so moist his finger slipped in easily, but not very far inside. He removed the smelly finger and brought it up to his nose to savour. His hard little boy penis grew even harder while he sniffed the funk of his arse. Danny grabbed the hairbrush by the brush end. He inspected the handle. It tapered to a smooth round point about the size of his little finger, swelled out to a thick handle about an inch across, and then tapered in again where the brush joined. He didn't have any lubrication, and in fact was not even aware that such a substance existed. He knew he could not insert it into his anus without something though, so he dribbled saliva all over the handle, until it was wet and slippery, and positioned the tip of the handle at his moist anus. Not really knowing what he was about to do, he gently pushed the handle in. At first it felt like a finger in there, but as he pushed further and the handle became thicker, there was resistance and it started to hurt. He pulled it out again, and then by trial and error managed to get the handle about halfway into his arsehole. His tight anus gripped the handle, and he felt a fullness in his rectum. He moved the handle around gently, and found a spot deep inside that made his cock go even harder and start to leak some clear fluid. He massaged that spot with the handle for a few minutes, feeling sensations in his arse that he could not believe. Danny then pulled out the handle, wanting to see what it looked and smelled like. His slimy teen rectum had coated the handle with mucus and there were think streaks of pale brown boy shit smeared along the handle. He put it under his nose and inhaled. What he got was an intense, much stronger version of the mild fingering stink he had previously enjoyed. Eager to get the brush back inside, he reluctantly withdrew the glistening, smelly brush handle and inserted it back into his hole. It slid in much easier this time, all the way up to the hilt, and it completely plugged his arse, which gripped the entire handle tightly. With his left hand, Danny started moving the brush up and down against that magic spot in his arse, while he jerked his leaking boy cock with his right. He had never felt so alive, so intense, so good! From this point it didn't take long. Danny brought his cock to orgasm, his kid's balls retracted in his scrotum, his anus gripped tightly around the handled. The spiky bristles dug into his arse cheeks as his body spasmed and he shot his small pre-teen load all over his belly. Panting, Danny pulled the handle out his arse, which did not want to let go. He cleaned himself up as best as he good, got dressed and took the brush back into the bathroom. He washed it several times but he could still smell the stale, flowery smell of his shit and his rectum clinging to the wooden handle. He hoped his mother would not notice this.
Danny and the brush handle got to know each other well over the next few weeks, but even that pleasure had given way to a new one. On the way home from school was the local park. Danny had played sport there a lot and knew it well. One day after a game of football with his friends, he had gone into the brick toilet at the far end of the field under some trees and next to a car park. He had noticed it before, but usually used the more modern one closer to the main entrance of the park. This one had a neglected look about it. Curious, Danny went into the male side of the toilet. There was a urinal, and a single cubicle with a wooden door. On the floor of the toilet was a lot of litter, and he also noticed small twists of rubber like deflated balloons. He knew these were condoms, but he had no idea why they would be in here. Some of them looked fresh used. He picked one of these up and a slimy plug of semen leaked out onto his fingers and then onto the ground. Danny then noticed the whole toilet smelled like old piss and male sweat, like the football locker room but more intense. His little cock was hard and tenting out his pants. Walking with a little difficulty, Danny crept into the toilet cubicle. There was a large hole in the door, about the height of his face. Once inside the toilet, Danny looked around as his eyes got used to the relative darkness. He pulled his pants down and sat on the toilet, it didn't have a seat and it was cold on his arse cheeks. All over the bricks and the back of the door were slimy snail trails and dribbles that smelled really good, funky, rank, dirty. He knew they were cumstains, as his hankie smelled the same way after a few days. This was much stronger and staler, and he inhaled the stink of it. He also noticed crude drawings of cocks, balls and arses on the wall, and phone numbers etched or drawn into the back of the door. A pressure in his rectum reminded him whey he had come in here. Danny leaned back and started rubbing his excited teen cock and began to shit. It was a large turd, for a young boy, and stretched his anus tight as it worked its passage. Gently pushing now, Danny timed the exit of the large dump with his orgasm. He brought himself to the edge, and as his tiny cock began to shoot, his strong pelvic muscles spasmed and shot the huge firm turd into the bowl. Gasping and sweating, Danny wiped up his cum, wiped his arse, and feeling dirty, tossed the used toilet paper onto the floor. He didn't flush his boy turd either, but left it like a calling card for some pervert, wedged into the base of the bowl.
Danny spent as much of his time as possible going to the toilet in the park. He never saw anyone there, but there were often signs of use. One time there was a fresh glob of semen still dribbling down the wall, warm to the touch, Danny scraped it off the wall and used it to wank on that occasion. He took a few shits there, once even daring to do it on the ground next to the bowl. It was gone the next time he visited.
This particular afternoon it was a warm, sunny day. Danny had left school claiming he was not feeling well. There were no other kids around. He walked by the park, and was drawn back to the lonely toilet under the trees. There was a car parked nearby, but it was empty. Danny went into the shady outbuilding, a little apprehensive. The toilet door was closed, and he could tell someone was inside. Not knowing what to do, he went to the urinal, unzipped his fly, and had a pee. He could hear furtive, rustling movements in the toilet behind the closed door. He finished urinating, and stood there, waiting, sure something was about to happen, but not knowing what to do.
As he stood there, he heard more noise coming from the toilet and looked over his shoulder. Suddenly, without warning, a large man's penis flopped out of the hole in the door! It was soft at first, but started to harden and move up, twitching as it did so. Danny stepped off the urinal platform and over to the door, amazed. He put his small hand out, and stroked the large cock - larger than his father's, and growing in front of his eyes. Inside, behind the door, a man moaned softly. Now Danny could smell the man's penis. Unwashed, the smell of stale semen and the ammonia smell of old piss. His little fingers retracted the large foreskin, revealing a shining, red glans speckled with small white clumps of cock cheese. This smelled so much stronger, so much better than the efforts Danny's boy body had produced. He knew this was what a man should smell like. Danny moved his head close, and sniffed the cockhead. The intensity of the man's stink filled his nostrils. Sniffing wasn't enough, and Danny put his lips to the shiny head, and for the first time in his life, tasted a man's cock. He wrapped his small mouth around the head, and sucked and licked eagerly, to get as much of that taste in his mouth as possible. He slobbered over the cock, his saliva covering the veined shaft and his small hand partly wrapped around it. He moved his hand up and down as his mouth worked inexpertly, but with great eagerness, over the massive shining glans. The man who owned the large organ was by this stage grunting happily behind the door. As Danny's mouth began to cramp, the cock was pulled out of his mouth and back behind the door. Suddenly, the door opened.
The man was shocked to see a small boy, mouth still open, still drooling, looking as if someone had stolen candy from him.
The boy saw a tradesman, mid to late 30s, trim and muscular, with thick brown hair and a short full beard. He was wearing shorts, which were currently down around his ankles rating on his work boots. He wore a dark blue T shirt with a free hi-vis vest over the top. His cock jutted our from a thick natural bush of public hair. Danny ran to the man, grasping for his cock.
The man, although shocked, could not refuse the gift that was being offered. He gathered the boy to him and shut the cubicle door so they were both safe from view if anyone else came in. Without thinking, he put big hand on the little blond head and forced it down back onto his cock.
Danny's second attempt at cock sucking was accompanied by the strong smell of sweat and the savoury small of the man's balls. He rubbed at his own little cock while he tried to get the cockhead back into his mouth. After a minute or two of enthusiastic sucking, the man pulled the boy's mouth off his cock, before it was too late. The sight of a boy sucking his cock had brought him almost to a climax. The man looked into Danny's innocent face, and smiled and stroked his cheek. Silently, he helped the boy get out of his jeans, underwear and T shirt, until the boy was naked with the man in the cubicle. He stroked the narrow chest, the small nipples, and Danny gave a shudder as these tender spots were caressed for the first time by a man. The man's hand moved lower, and he stroked the smell but very erect boy's penis, and fondled the tiny ball sac underneath. Danny wriggled with pleasure at the man's touch. Returning Danny's favour, the man bent over and took the boy's entire cock and balls into his mouth, and sucked gently. Danny almost fainted with delight. This was so much better than his hand! The man grunted appreciatively at the pissy taste of the young boy's unwashed penile head. Danny thrust into the man's mouth. The man pulled away after a minute or two and smiled again at the shivering boy. He lifted him up and stood him on the toilet rim, facing the cistern, which Danny grabbed for balance. The man gently bent Danny over, and parted the smooth, white globes of the boy's arse. The tiny pucker greeted him, none too clean. The man sniffed the boy's crack, and again grunted his pleasure at the reek of the unwashed arsehole. His beard tickled Danny's butt cheeks. Soon this sensation was joined by a muscular, thrusting tongue licking his anus and probing the entrance to his rectum. This was better than a finger! Danny wriggled his little butt with the delight as the man rimmed the boy's dirty hole. Gradually, the tongue worked a passage into the tight anal opening, and soon the man could taste the boy's rectum as is dilated to receive his tongue. After a while, the man reluctantly stopped eating the Danny's arse, because his cock would not be denied any longer. He spat onto his right index finger and worked it gently into the boy's anus. He was surprised at how easily it entered. Danny had prepared his arse well with the hair brush, and the finger felt good. Soon it was joined by another, man and boy working together to get the two digits into the small, tight hole. With more spit on the man's part, and eager desperation from the boy, soon the two adult fingers were probing the boy's ass, massaging the small prostate, preparing for the cock to follow.
After the boy's hole had been loosened enough, the man positioned his cockhead at the tight anal orifice. His penis was already wet from the Danny's mouth, and it was leaking precum profusely. With a little thrust, the anal muscles gave way and the cock entered and filled the boy's rectum in one smooth movement. Danny gasped with the pain and pleasure that came. The man had never fucked a tighter hole. Positioned over the toilet, the man grabbed Danny's narrow hips and thrust in and out of the boy's arsehole. Danny moved his hips in rhythm with the man's thrusts. The man moved one big hand up to cover Danny's mouth, and his fingers, dirty from fingering the boy's arse, were jammed under Danny's nose. Danny smelled the man's shit smeared fingers and grunted like a little pig, muffled by the hand, as the man fucked him from behind. Locked together, man and boy, they fucked until the man shot his load deep into the boy's rectum, with several juddering spurts. Danny could feel the man's load fill his insides as the hot semen pumped into the depths of his rectum, and he ground his little butt tight into the man's pubes to get every last drop inside him.
Reluctantly, then man pulled his still stiff penis from the incredibly tight ring of Danny's anus. It was followed by a gush of smelly, brown stained globs of semen from deep inside the well fucked arse. The same mess covered the man's cock. He lifted the boy off the toilet, and Danny got to work cleaning the man's stinking rod. He sucked and slobbered until the shitstained sperm and arse mucus was gone from the man's cock, as he furiously rubbed his own cocklet for release. The man pulled the little boy's hand away, and whispered to him that he would fix it, and that he had something special in mind to help.
The man sat Danny down on the toilet, the boy's stiff penis jutting up between his legs. He smiled at the sight of the eager little cock, as yet denied. The man turned away from Danny, bending over and spreading his arse cheeks as he did so. Danny gaped at the sight he had dreamed about - a man's anus, in all its glory. Furry muscled butt cheeks framed a densely haired crack, from which arose the most amazing, musky, dirty smell Danny had every experienced. Pulling apart his cheeks further, the man revealed a dirty, wrinkled anus clumped with dark matted hair, small clumps of dried fecal matter and little balls of toilet paper. No wonder it smelled so good to Danny. The man had saved the best for last. Danny needed no more encouragement, and began the task of cleaning the filthy mess. The man groaned with lust and pleasure as the small lips and tongue worked over his anus, chewed his arse hair and cleaned the shit and funk from his hole. Long after it was cleaned the boy worked on the man's hole, eager to get every possible scent and taste, and both cocks were at attention the entire time.
The man pulled his arse reluctantly away from Danny's face. He lifted up the boy from the toilet, sat down in his place and put the boy on his lap. He leaned around to kiss the boy's mouth. For the first time, Danny kissed the man, and for the first time sexually, than man kissed the boy. Both could taste his own arse on the other's lips and tongue. The man continued to kiss Danny while he worked the boy's tiny hard cock with his fingers, until the boy shot his much smaller load all over the man's hand. Danny sucked on the man's tongue as he came, feeling the beard raps against his face, smelling his shit on the man's beard. It was the most intense moment of his life.
The man helped the boy clean up, and they both parted company, the man back home to his wife, and the boy back home to his parents. Both knew what they had just experienced was more natural, more primal than either of these arrangements. They were made for each other.
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